Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

Because after they followed Noah, they never participated in any war. As the Great Lord, every time Noah summoned them, it was either to host a banquet or an academic exchange, or perhaps a gemstone appraisal, all of which were fundamentally aimed at entertainment and leisure, creating an exceptionally relaxed atmosphere.

However, when the first Dragon Lord stepped into Noah's palace and saw those solemn Dragon Fairies below Noah's Throne, as well as the many silent, iron-clad Giant warriors, they realized that this gathering was anything but ordinary.

"Your Highness Noah, what has happened?"

"Wait until all the dragons arrive."

Since there was no isolation of message transmission, the Dragon Lords who were leisurely making their way to Noah's palace accelerated their pace upon learning of the gravity of the situation.

Thus, in less than half a day's time, one hundred and thirty-two Dragon Lords gathered within Noah's palace. Among them, the vast majority were adult dragons, even those not yet fully grown were not far off from adults.

This sight made the seemingly insignificant halfling thief Vig, curled up and shivering in a corner beneath Noah's Throne.

Even though Vig was already trying hard to shrink his body to avoid the impact of the Dragon Power, he still caught the attention of most of the Dragon Lords.

In this palace dominated by dragons, apart from the dragons' Favored ones, he was the only intelligent being unrelated to dragons who should not have appeared here.

"This is an envoy from a Different Plane sent by my father. He was supposed to meet my foster father, but since my foster father is no longer around, I will meet him instead."

Based solely on verbal description, it seemed that the first Family Head who created the glory of Augustus had already fallen. In reality, he was simply not in the Material Realm.

"He brought with him some terrible news. My parents have been seriously injured while fighting against the Beastman invasion on behalf of their country and urgently need assistance.

As their descendant, it is my undeniable duty. Therefore, I have decided to lead a team to aid them. Who among you is willing to follow me and fight against the savage beastmen?"

After Noah briefly introduced Vig's identity and the news he brought, he directly asked.

When the Golden Dragon Lord's words fell, the various lords processed the information contained within. Immediately, Noah's palace erupted, with all the dragons giving the same response.

Willing to follow the Great Lord!

This was obvious because Noah's actions inherently occupied many righteous grounds. First, as a descendant, aiding parents in distress was rightful and proper.

Secondly, the war in which Noah's parents were involved was considered a just war by the Metallic Dragon Race, a conflict between civilization and barbarism, and the Metallic Dragon Race naturally supported civilization unconditionally.

Finally, and most crucially, in the eyes of many Dragon Lords, this assistance was a war whose outcome was already destined, and their involvement would undoubtedly bring rich rewards and benefits.

Therefore, the originally uneasy halfling Vig, upon seeing so many strong dragons offering aid to his country, became exhilarated, tearing up in uncontrollable excitement.

"My homeland is saved!"

...

Thin wisps of mist wrapped around the helmets of soldiers patrolling the city walls, turning into droplets that rolled off the close-fitting armor. The fortress city before dawn was shrouded in thick white fog, like a lonely island in the sea.

However, this tranquil atmosphere was quickly broken as the muffled drumbeats and the long horns sounded from the depths of the fog, accompanied by the ferocious roaring and howling of beasts.

The ground began to tremble slightly, and the faint outlines of massive beasts could be seen moving within the fog, while shadows that sent chills down the spine flitted overhead.

"Those beasts, they're starting again!"

A handsome young man with a refined face but slightly pale complexion suggesting a lack of blood was standing on the city wall, his hand resting on the parapet as he gazed into the depths of the fog.

The dense white mist could not obscure his sight; he could see not far away the chaotic, disordered Beastman formations.

However, the Golden Dragon, having seen these scattered tribes of Beastmen many times explode with combat strength when entering war mode, did not show any disdain. On the contrary, he was extremely solemn.

He knew that ordinary human armies, even if well-trained, could hardly withstand their onslaught. The physical and fighting spirit levels were not on the same plane.

If it were not for the help of these reinforcements, this human fortress would have long fallen under the ferocious attacks of the Beastmen. Yet despite this, the fall of the fortress was only a matter of time.

"Angelis, you have done enough. The rest, leave to me. Don't enter the sky anymore."

At this time, a snow-white delicate hand touched the man's hand, and the youth turned to see his wife's delicate face, which warmed his heart, causing an apologetic smile to emerge on his face,

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought you into this battlefield."

"We are partners; I will support you no matter what you do. Why apologize?"

Orsya showed an annoyed expression.

"I should be the one apologizing for having called you into this war, devoid of honor, filled with betrayal."

A middle-aged man, not tall of stature but exuding a presence as towering as mountains, appeared on the city wall. Despite wearing no armor, the atmosphere of killing and iron-blood he emitted surpassed that of any soldier,

"To meet Golden Dragons like you who possess such lofty morals and virtues is my honor. Dragging you into this war is my fault.

From now on, there is no longer any contractual relationship between us. You can leave the battlefield at any time; this war is no longer any concern of yours."

"What has happened, Marshal Erwin?"

Angelis frowned at the human marshal before him, whose brows were full of dejection and despair, displaying for the first time since the war started such a hopeless expression as if he had lost all hope.

"The king to whom I owe allegiance has already summoned the envoy sent by the Beastman King. Unlikely as it seems, my country will soon surrender to the Beastman Alliance. Resistance is meaningless."

"It shouldn't be that simple, just summoning the envoy."

As a near three-hundred-year-old dragon, Orsya knew too much. She understood the weakness and shamelessness of the ruling class of humans when faced with crises.

Even so, she wanted to comfort this human commander who had known it all because she had witnessed all his efforts to save his country; he had already given his all.

"Two months ago, no supplies have arrived. That weak king, under the instigation of those treacherous ministers around him advocating surrender, likely already decided to capitulate."

"This..."

The Golden Dragon couple looked at each other, not knowing how to console this utterly despondent human commander.

"I will pay you the recompense you deserve, and then, you should leave, leave this land destined to be ruled by savagery."

"Perhaps there is still hope."

"What kind of hope? Even if friends you know come to aid, it's only adding one or two Legends and won't change the king's mind."

Aong——

With a sky-shattering roar, the sky trembled. Several twisted, shattered Beast Dragon carcasses and hideous Beastman Knights plummeted from the sky, as a golden Dragon Claw reached down, churning up clouds for miles, roiling endlessly.